When in a court presents a wall, When you're high might break your fall, When swimming brings in quite a haul, When on the field might catch the ball. What is it?
When I drop, you shiver, When I rise, you break out in sweat I'm always there. I'm always around you to some degree. But to you I differ whether you're dry or wet. What am I?
May be thrown but never caught, By some animals it's often sought, In the evening might be quite swank, Or perhaps it's those who carve a plank, May be a count of those who dine, Or those who on the line will sign. What is it?
I'm the eyelid to your life and hide you when you're inside. You can draw me and you can pull me, but you must leave to see my good side.
What am I?
